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2014, 8*, Batman, beach, being, cape, childhood, cowl, doing, emergence, eyes, glass, groundlessness, haiku, husband, identity, life, night, openness, parenting, Plumstead, sitting, skyline, teaching, thinking, waves, windows, writing
gazing at the night
as my eyes passed the jagged hole
my head disappeared *
when it all goes wrong
and I am not the person I thought I was
again
(even when I thought
I was the person who had understood that I am not the persons
I would like to be)
I am left – clean and confused –
on some faraway beach ** usually (eventually) looking around for
new clothes to wear but
potentially (fortuitously)
I could stand where I am and wear the clothes I haven’t got with
no shame or embarrassment …
… I like to write (from the middle of nowhere)
I sit (but still working on the still)
I wear the cowl, the cape and the skyline of the Batman
I am stuck in the Plumstead of my emergent childhood
I am (constantly) diffident (except when I think to be a leader)
I am parent whose field is wider than the sky
I am husband whose picture is more than the point
I am teacher far lower than the waves (I cannot cope with splattering my eyes and spluttering my nose)
… in the great wash
of life I am of no effect but then everything has happened
because of this
* glass
** Brian Eno; Here Come the Warm Jets (1974)
————w(O)rmholes________________________________|—–
Batman & being & doing & identity & life & night wormhole: multifarious: the Dark Knight Returns (1986)
beach & waves wormhole: the ocean
childhood & emergence & Plumstead wormhole: quest in brown
ees wormhole: … sshhh
glass wormhole: window
groundlessness wormhole: rhetorical inevitability inexorable in both immanent dissipation & implicit effulgence
haiku(esque) wormhole: night time
openness wormhole: the empty page:
sitting & thinking wormhole: walking / right into the side of the very door left / open for me
skyline wormhole: skyline of the evenings
teaching wormhole: that’s me / in the corner that’s me in the spot light / losing my religion*
windows & writing wormhole: prologue